Moonspear flooded

Pauk had been sleeping as the others stirred. He'd gotten used to the constant movement of the ulaq and was generally a sound sleeper and the last to wake up for their wake windows. Today was no exception.

Kaujimaq's wailing caused him to stir, and he woke with a loud groan and stretched out his legs. Then, once adequately stretched, he flopped onto his belly, scooted closer to Sialuk's side, and began his search for milk.